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Post by Robot on Mar 11, 2018 16:36:45 GMT
I already said all play tests were in effect. Making a discord chat so we can stop flooding this thread lol. It'll be in the main post in a minute or two.
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Post by technoRomancer on Mar 12, 2018 7:14:58 GMT
Solias is tentatively complete, though I'll probably do plenty of minor tweaking between now and the deadline. I've edited an RP sample into my previous post.
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Post by masterblade007 on Mar 12, 2018 7:32:49 GMT
SUBMISSION: Lord Lootbox, King of ThievesBasic Character CrunchTrainer Classes (achieved or intended) - Rogue (Athletics, Stealth), Fortress (Combat, Focus), Steelheart (Athletics, Focus) Pursecutter Dagger; Small Melee Fine Weapon - Wounding Strike, Bleed Usurper Legendary - Marshadow Summoning Key - This key doesn't actually open anything, instead acting as a wand to summon sealed pokemon. It's small, easy to conceal, and blends in rather nicely on a key ring. Advanced Character CrunchName - Lord Lootbox Race - Mimic (Pathfinder Variant) Move - Bind Ability - Crush Trap Capability - Shapeshifter RP Sample - The AftermathAn unusual darkness lingered when Lootbox regained consciousness, but worse still was the dead silence lingering in his chambers. Memories were hazy, yet one question lingered more boldly through his confusion; had the ritual worked? A mirror! He had to see for sure! Stumbling to the far wall where one was kept would be a challenge, the room seemingly bigger than he remembered it being. Only in gazing upon the reflective surface would the reason be clear, for the god he had slaughtered stared back where a mimic should have been. "It... worked?" He stared, watching Marshadow's figure speak back in turn. "It worked... IT WORKED!!! I have robbed the gods! None shall call themselves a better thief than I !"This was a cause for celebration! First order of business! Everyone who had a hand in making this possible was to be blessed personally by their new Overlord of Shadow! Bonds of trust, hope for a brighter future, all of his minion's efforts accumulated into this new pinnacle of success. It was only fair they be rewarded as such. "Meat-Face, summon the men! We've won the day! All shall assemble in the great hall for a feast; I shall pay our expenses from my own personal funds. You deserve no less!"Echoes reverberated off the walls, yet no voice responded. This was unusual; Meat-Face was instructed to guard this chamber from entry. Where was he? Come to think of it, where's everyone else? Surely there ought to be witnesses to his ascension. Perhaps they waited outside the door out of politeness? Or surprise! Meat-Face must have been planning a surprise celebration for when he fully recovered, just waiting outside the door with all his chief lieutenants. Lootbox made an eager dash for the exit, preparing his best smile to show just how much he appreciated the gesture. The surprise that awaited would not be hidden revelers, however, but the butchered corpses of a guard pushed back to its final corner. Dead. All of them. Meat-Face, spear clutched to his side. Langley, cut up in three chunks to the side. Bark and Bork, surrounded by no less than ten foes each, but fallen all the same. Each face had a name, a story. Lootbox had learned them all, only to see each end the same way. Slaughtered. Massacred. All dead to keep his inner sanctum secure. ...it wasn't worth it. All the power in the world, and those he claimed it for lay dead without so much as a blessing. He ought to be livid with raw fury. Tearing the skies apart with divine wrath. Turning the ground asunder. Gods were said to have ravaged the world for less, and this was a crime most deserving of bloodshed. A lifetime of damnation for each slain companion; that's what he should have been swearing. Instead, Lootbox collapsed onto the corpse of his prized lieutenant, sobbing without end. The world had truly gone dark this day.
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Post by frigidscholar on Mar 12, 2018 17:00:40 GMT
Deris Fontaine, Scion of the MizikanRace: Mizikan Capability: Gilled Ability: Rain Dish Move: Aqua Tail Summoning Pendant: By focusing on the pendant, Deris may summon any from his Vanguard at his leisure. Usurped Legendary: Lugia I can't die here. All those years of effort... All to let that beast return to torment my people?
No.
I won't let it happen. Failure is not an option.
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Post by DataNinja on Mar 12, 2018 18:17:46 GMT
Alright, that should be everything. I present Crimson, Lady of the Hive for submission. Race: Alveari / Insectfolk Capability: Darkvision Ability: Telepathy Move: Silver Wind Legendary: Necrozma RP SampleIt’s a familiar feeling. Cold and empty. Everything aching. She’d experienced something much like it before, after fleeing from the Hive. Except this time is worse, much worse, for she has tasted the power of the hive, only to suddenly lose it.
She isn’t sure how it happened. Casting her memory back, there is much that she cannot recall… but, clear as a blinding sky, she remembers the end. Her forces turning on her, just as she found that power. That incredible power.
Her stomach goes cold as the memories to the events flood back. They had first killed Soren. It had nursed her back to health. It had proven strong, willful, and helpful. It was probably the best representation of the strange human concept ‘friend’. It was like a queen that was not trying to kill you. And she had let that slip away.
It was her fault. The same wilfulness that had made Soren such a wonderful companion, though, was poisonous in the hands of the other humans. They tried to kill her, and very nearly succeeded, too. For every Soren, there are thousands or more humans that do not even deserve names.
Humans are strong. They have achieved much, built grand things. But, through it all, they are held back by their individuality. There is a raw strength of spirit there, which could do wondrous things, so long as their goals, their desires, are aligned. Soren was proof of that.
With that, an iron resolve forms at her core. The humans will be hers, to rule over the world with. She will find a way to cure them of their individuality, to mold them under a single mind, one will. Their strength will become hers, and with it, they will achieve unity. And not just humans. All will achieve unity. With one driving force behind it all. Hers.
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Post by potato on Mar 12, 2018 20:26:02 GMT
Well, this looks interesting. I've already hammered out most of the details with you, but here is the official submission: Fuidi, the Visitor from BeyondYou know, usurping gods isn't a small deal. It has consequences. You're kicking out some of the pillars of reality. The structure adapts and copes, but it also creaks for a moment... Basic Character Crunch
Trainer Classes: Steelheart, Marksman Strike Drone Array - One of the Ultra Weapons, made with stone, metal and life force from Ultra Space. Her most recent and finest work, and with the unfamiliar materials in this new world she will take some time before she can produce something of this quality again. It takes the form of a constantly re-positioning swarm of attack spiker drones that zoom to attack anyone close to Fuidi, their blank eyes matching hers perfectly in hue. Fine Short Range Weapon, adds Bullseye and Furious Strikes. True Form: Stakataka Caller Unit - A small, specialised subintellect of the Fuidi mind-structure that can gate in Vanguard Pokemon for assistance in battle. Advanced Character Crunch
Name - Fuidi Hometown - None Race - Visitor - An alien cluster of alien intellects, in a body forged to walk in an unfamiliar world. Move - Stealth Rock Ability - Compoundeyes Capability - Mindlock RP Sample: The wood of the table glowed softly, from what looked like dozens of points of light roving all over it. Every single contour, every single knot in the wood, was ran over by the soft blue lights as the machine let its minds run free on mapping the table in perfect detail to fight off yet another pang of boredom. Fuidi was beginning to become aimless again. While the world was beautiful and fascinating, of course, there was something to be said for seeing other living things. For seeing the world through more than hurtful, painful, ancient slabs of thin sheets of marked material. The machine stood up, her feet clattering lightly on the floor of the library, restlessness infecting her subunits like a virus as she began to pace. Drones watched her pass with dull curiosity, monitoring her own movements as if she were a test subject. Her thousands of minds had already calculated the most efficient way to move from one end of the room to another long before she finished even a single lap, and a very real surge of frustration shot through her body, leaping from unit to unit like a bolt of lightning as she let out a halting cry and swung her fist at the wall. It cracked, and pain shot through her hand. The blessed distraction of a damage report being formulated washed over her as her other hand reached forward to lean on the wall. "We... must... find something. I.. I must find something." the machine breathed, voice faintly distorted as eyes broke out along her arm and ravenously began searching the walls and door, panels unfolding in her mineral lattice armour to let more intellects sample the air like the tongue of an alien snake. It was difficult to manage, an addiction to learning as heady as any drug a mortal could comprehend, but as Fuidi shakily closed her compound eyes and focused, she brought back all those tragedies to the fore, in all those books... "No.. more." she eventually managed, slowly raising to a standing position. "I will... not a-llow any more of those st-ories." Her voice, despite the incorrect intonation that came with never actually hearing the language spoken, was clear and carried a hint of determination that even a being of Ransei would be able to make out, her fists clenching as she turned away and marched deeper into the castle.
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Post by abzhz101 on Mar 12, 2018 20:50:30 GMT
For consideration, Hana of the Plains. Race: Centaur Capability: Naturewalk (Grassland) Ability: Sprint [Playtest] Move: Stomp Legendary: Xerneas RP sample is in with the backstory. But I'll also put a copy here Hana walked through the fields of Avia. Her first destination in the Kingdom of Birds was just far off enough that she could not canter the remaining distance, she knew that pacing was required if she wanted to arrive at her next destination at anything approaching a quick time. The hateful paradox was something that had been drilled into her since she was hours old and first walking.
In the distance, she saw a keep belonging to a local lesser lord, the location of the first item she sought. There were stories that five generations ago, Xerneas bestowed a well of fresh spring water to the people there, that when used in potions could cure any ill. Some of the god’s potent life energy still flowed through it. Surely, that would be useful in healing the Life god.
As she neared, the gate opened and a lone figure approached. A man on a horse, bearing the colors of the lord.
“Lady healer!” the man likely intended it as a greeting but it came out like a beseechment. Perhaps it was intended to be both?
“Yes?”
“Please, lady healer, our lord is gravely ill.”
Hana’s face turned grim. “We go.” After all, it wouldn’t do for a herald of Life to allow Death to take another victim.
As she passed by the keep she saw a dike nearly complete. The servant saw her gaze and explained. “Recently the land had withstood a heavy drought, so the lord commanded that we take water from the spring to feed the fields.” Hana’s hand went up to her mouth. Sacrilege. Using Xerneas’s gift as mere trough water? The man continued, seemingly misunderstanding her distress. “Without the lord’s wisdom it is unlikely we would have made it through the year.” Now she knew the cause of the man’s ills. Surely this must be a rebuke from the Life god. There was nothing else it could be.
Yes, to allow this to continue would surely bring a plague upon the whole land. The Lord’s illness was just the first step. But perhaps, if she could stop this madness, then Xerneas would take back the plague. Though of course the Life god would never allow the cursed plague to kill someone.
And so, soon enough they reached the house of the lord and Hana was given a private audience. Strewn about the man were potions and cocktails from previous alchemists and magicians, all having failed to cure a god-sent illness. In truth, she wouldn’t be surprised if some of them had not made the man’s situation worse.
This man had to understand what a gift he had been given. What a gift life was. And what a mistake he was making.
Thus, it was up to her to show him. Thus she took out some of her powders, and poultices. Grabbed a few specific poultices and berries from some low shrubs and began to grind them together. The man drained the concoction in two gulps.
As his body started to twitch, and there was a slight gasp from his throat, Hana spoke. “Truthfully that was not the cure for your illness, because it does not treat the cause.” The man only could stare in wonder as she began to reveal to him the truth. “The cause of your illness, great lord was your desecration of Xerneas’s gift to you with the dike you intend to build. Soon enough this would have become a plague that affected your entire lands. Thus will I cure your illness, by destroying the dike. Take this time to reflect on the great gifts that Xerneas has given, won’t you?”
The man made to thank her but she did not need it, instead quickly leaving to the dike. Soon there was a sound of alarm bells. She did not understand but the people quickly left the dike for other duties. Perhaps it was lunch?
No matter, it made her job all the easier. Though she was no architect, she could tell that one of the beams towards the middle of the formation seemed to be under significant strain holding back the Life god’s Gift. Thus that would have to be the first to go. She kicked at the foul machination. It splintered. She brought her weapon to bear. It creaked. One last powerful kick and the wall came tumbling down and with it a rush of water.
Mortal men could not hope to outrun a flood, but this was no true flood, nor was Hana a man. She scurried out of the way of the wrath of the life god, watching contentedly as the actions that would have born pestilence and plague were ended before they could begin.
Then, not forgetting her duty, she pulled out a tiny flask, and used it to bring up some of the sacred water.
Her first item. With this and the others, the Life god could be saved. For that, she would do anything. Her mind went back to a certain ritual she had come across in a worn down journal… Taking a god’s essence and putting it into a mortal shell… She would do anything for Xerneas, even give up her body. That thought, of Xerneas living in her body… Sent an electric shiver through her legs.
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Post by DataNinja on Mar 12, 2018 21:10:16 GMT
It's not near the top of the thread this time, but here's a character list. Player | Character | Description | Classes | Legendary | Race | Capability | Move | Ability | Mills | Peketu | He wishes to bring fear to the masses in order to prove he isn't 'cute'. | Fire Bringer Mentor Hobbyist | Victini | Kitsune | Darkvision | Odor Sleuth | Fox Fire | elc | Xenos | Betrayed by Shaymin, he wants revenge on that god, and also to protect his people, to the exclusion of all else. | Dancer Skirmisher Musician | Celebi | Satyr | Mindlock | Headbutt | Celebrate | technoRomancer | Solias | Last of his kind, he wishes to bring about the rebirth of Titanic glory and to subjugate the leser races. | Researcher (General, Artificer) Steelheart | Regigigas | Titan | Reach | Strength | Huge Power | masterblade007 | Lord Lootbox | Ascended from having to hide in the shadows, he wants to create a kingdom where any "freaks" are able to live openly. | Rogue Fortress Steelheart | Marshadow | Mimic | Shapeshifter | Bind | Crush Trap | frigidscholar | Deris Fontaine | Saviour of his people, he wishes to live forever, in order to ensure Lugia is never reborn to threaten them - destroying anyone before him if need be. | Skirmisher Ninja | Lugia | Mizikan | Gilled | Aqua Tail | Rain Dish | Dark Shadow | Crimson | Risen queen of a hive, she wants to quash the world of the free will that interrupted her ascension, and bring it all under control of her hive mind. | Telepath Warper | Necrozma | Alveari | Darkvision | Silver Wind | Telepathy | Potato | Fuidi | Being from another world, she wishes to consume the world and remake it more efficiently. | Steelheart Marksman | Stakataka | Visitor | Mindlock | Stealth Rock | Compoundeyes | | Ilhicamina | Last of his kind, he seeks to raze the region and build a new one in honour - and service - of himself. | Berserker Taskmaster | Landorus | Iteco | Reach | Roar | Prime Fury | abzhz101 | Hana | One who prefers peace to war, she yearns to bring a lasting peace to the region - wiping out any who stand in her way. | Researcher (Apothecary, Botany) | Xerneas | Centaur | Naturewalk (Grassland) | Stomp | Sprint | Nocturne | Rion Ebonheart | She seeks to rule Ransei, in order to unite it under her rule, ceasing the petty squabbles. | Shade Caller Arcanist | Yveltal | Imp | Shadow Meld | Teleport | Levitate | Spikehed | Rosalind | She seeks to take revenge on the humans, punishing them for their insolence. | Druid Provocateur | Xerneas | Dryad | Leaf Crafter | Power Whip | Flower Power | Kagemaru656 | Avery Morgstein | Slain once, he seeks to restore his kingdom and make it even more magnificent, as well as gain true power. | Berserker Apparition | Giratina | Reanimated Human | Chilled | Brutal Swing | Regenerator | Moriya | The Progenitor | It seeks to remake the world in crystal and flesh, attaining power and true godhood in the process. | Ace Trainer Athlete | Regigigas | Ritual Abomination | Viral Fusion | Spirit Shackle | Clear Body | raventhefree | Erindar | He intends to unite the world, and force it to cease its squabbling, in order to protect it against an unknown threat. | Frost Touched Skirmisher Survivalist | Azelf | Geluille | Reach | Hail | Overcoat | | Anjelica | Drowned many years ago, she wants to right injustices and exact vengeance on those who've wronged her. | Musician Water Ace | Manaphy | Transposit | Gilled | Echoed Voice | Liquid Voice | trixander | Ars | Born a slave, he wishes to topple the matriarchy that produced him, create a world where all can be free, and protect the world against an unknown threat. | Fire Bringer Roughneck Berserker | Mesprit | Taricha | Firestarter | Poison Tail | Brimstone | marr965 | Ga'Hma Oceanfather | He desires to make the surface-dwellers pay for what they did to his people. | Athlete Fortress Maelstrom | Kyogre | Quadav | Naturewalk (Ocean) | Dive | Absorb Force | Infynis | Vargo | He seeks the power to have all others beneath him, to be able to do as he pleases. | Shade Caller Roughneck Coordinator | Xerneas | Lich | Dead Silent | Phantom Force | Soulstealer | Breakthelevee | Samael | Spurned of the mantle of leadership, he seeks to turn Ransei into his own personal Heaven. | Glamour Weavor Arcanist | Dialga | Seraph | Glow | Fly | Dazzling | Bowyer | Iwakashi | He wishes to conquer Ransei so that there may truly be peace. | Stone Warrior Taskmaster | Virizion | Earthenborn | Tremorsense | Head Smash | Heatproof | jioninafasi | Jioni Nafasi | He seeks to rebuild what he has lost, and to visit retribution on those who cast him down. | Glamour Weaver Berserker Commander | Cresselia | Waylos | Tracker | Crunch | Pack Hunt |
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Post by Nocturne on Mar 13, 2018 0:11:40 GMT
Presenting, Rion Ebonheart. Race: Imps (Locked into Shade Caller class) Ability: Levitate Capability: Shadow Meld Move: Teleport Item: Summoning Beads. RP Sample Rion sat in a dilapidated throne, staring into the distance. She’d woken up a while ago, but hadn’t moved yet.
In her mind, scenes were replaying over and over again, as she searched for an answer to the questions of “Why did this happen?” and “How did this happen?”
Her mind went back as far as more than thirty years ago, when she was but a child. She’d never fit into the nomad life. ‘Was I fated to embark on this path?’
She remembered learning about magic from Leander, royal mage of Spectra. ‘The siren call of power was always ever so sweet to my ears…’
Her small hands gripped the worn handles of the throne harder as she recalled her first meeting with Hadrian. ‘I had always thought us incompatible, him being a naive idealist, and me the manipulative realist… I suppose I was right back then and yet this still doesn’t stop me from loving him.’
Thoughts of Hadrian brought her children to mind. Mira and Haven, what were they doing now? Rion refused to give in to the dark thoughts which told her they were dead. ‘Hadrian wouldn’t have done it… but he’s dead.’ The body that laid only meters away from her proved as much.
Rion’s glassy gaze hardened and became steely. ‘Thinking about everything isn’t going to change what happened,’ she thought. “Time to make Ransei beg for forgiveness.”
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Post by spikehed on Mar 13, 2018 20:51:50 GMT
Rosalyn, the Carnivorous FlowerI have a good portion of the character background complete. The rest will be her recovery and response to failure.Application Complete.
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Post by kagemaru656 on Mar 14, 2018 12:59:32 GMT
I'm going to go with RP sample first as I have that in mind first. I'll probably edit this post with the others in time. Avery Morgstein, Son of Harold Morgstein and heir to the Morgstein Kingdom. RP Sample: It had been a poison. Slipped into his drink when he was being careless and carousing around town. I should have known, should have had people to keep him safe. He will come back soon. I will have my son back. His body excised now of the poison - too late perhaps, but his organs were easily replaced from some less than willing volunteers. The Giratina glares at me from the glass orb it is imprisoned within. It is the key, the mythical energy needed to restore life and rebind my son’s errant soul to his body. That is what this tome promises. I will have my son back, and we will have back our heir. The final step - the catalyst - I wait as the lightning gahers overhead. My guards clash outside the gates with the peasantry. Come to depose their “mad king” for taking their loved ones and waging unnecessary war to capture a god. It is necessary. Don’t they see. I don’t care what happens to me now. So long as my son is there to take my place. The clashing stops. My guards have done their duty. Now all I need- My thoughts are broken by two loud booms. One of lightning, the other, my door being crashed open. The marshadow disappears, vaporizing and being directed to my son, as the peasants charge me, their stolen weapons coming right for my throat.
It was a fun night, I was out with several of the knights and the mead was glorious. Truly I was losing myself in the haze of drink and women. I wake upon a stone slab in a strange room featuring a hole in the roof through which I could see the thunderclouds in the sky. Strange equipment surrounds me. As well as shouting and the scrap of blades on bone and stone. I turn my head to the right, a difficult task. To my horror, the king, my father lies bleeding on the ground, his subjects brutalising his body. Some too are smashing up the room. My blood freezes… or was it already like that? The coldness is there regardless. The peasants take notice of me. They yell more - I’m having a hard time making out what they are saying. And then they come over with their weapons raised and it goes dark again. I’m still cold. I’m lying on the ground somewhere now. I open my eyes, it looks like I’m in a ditch somewhere. I raise myself. My chest is a patchwork of stitches and scars. Did those peasants do that? Was it even real? I needed to find out. The rest of my body is covered in rags, hardly fitting but at least I will have some dignity. I hope that was all some stupid drunk dream after passing out in this ditch. My head still throbs, that hangover is a good sign as far as I’m concerned.
I make my way out of the ditch and towards the castle. The streets are empty, even though it is morning. The guard aren’t at their posts as I approach the castle. I hurry inside, finding no barred access as I do. I finally run into Cadius the guard captain, in the throne room, having some serious discussion with the other guards. “My prin- Avery.” He says, stumbling over the words. The other guards have their hands on their blades. “How are you here?”. “I know there was plentiful drink last night but that won’t keep me down.” I force the wit, but something is wrong. “Where is my father?” “Avery… that night was weeks ago. You died. Someone poisoned you.” Die… that makes no sense. But that stone room… “My father! Where is he?” Cadius looks down. “While you were gone he… those were terrible things he was doing. He was trying to resurrect you. But how he did it… the peasants rose up to take him down, and they overpowered us.” “No.” I feel a rage burn within me. I am not cold anymore. “They will pay.” “They already have. First they lost their loved ones to that ritual. And then you finished the rest.” “I just woke up in a ditch, what are you trying to claim I did?” My fist slams against the wall as I shout this, and the closest guards draw their blade but do not dare approach. “You did that. Over and over. But not to the walls.” I follow his pointing finger to the indent in the wall. My fist drops in shock, and the rage leaves me. “All of our subjects?” “Those that did not run. Some of the guards too.” I could not speak. What had been done to me? “Whatever you are now… we cannot follow you like this. It is out of deference to our friendship and the late king’s wishes… and my own, that we do not try further to stop you.” “Stop me?” The anger starts to rise again, almost despite the shock I should feel. “If you can regain control of yourself, maybe we may work again. But for now I must focus on the safety of me and my men.” They are just staring now, and it occurs to me that I currently block the door. I move out of the way, around the room and past the men towards the throne. Moving in a daze. The guards give me a wide berth and file out of the room, hands still ready on their pommels. Only Cadius allows me near, as he was standing closest to the throne but even he leaves me alone with the throne where my father should sit.
I cannot let this stand. Firstly, I was attacked, killed. I need to find who did this. Secondly my family are meant to rule. That will not be allowed to end. I make my way to the armoury. First, I ready myself. Others will take advantage of my current state of affairs. Then, I will need allies. Before then I may need to find how to control whatever this resurrection did to me. This land will need subjects after all. If they will not follow willingly… I shall have to force obedience.
Race: Reanimated Human Capability: Chilled Ability: Regenerator Move: Brutal Swing Classwise planning Berserker/Apparition/MA(Boxing)
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Post by Moriya on Mar 15, 2018 2:38:34 GMT
Welp, I'm no longer patient enough to hold off posting this until I finish the background/RP sample. Behold The Progenitor, the incarnation of beauty. Classes: Athlete/Ace Trainer Usurper: Regigigas Race: Ritual Abomination Capability: Viral Fusion Move: Toxic Spikes Ability: Clear Body
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Post by potato on Mar 15, 2018 3:19:36 GMT
And here's character number two! Ilhicamina, the Illuminated King
Basic Character CrunchTrainer Classes Berserker, Taskmaster Eztli-Atzi- A huge bronze macuahuitl, arrayed with blood consecrated blades of obsidian that do not lose their edge, no matter how many limbs they hew from the targets of the Slaver-King's wrath. A Large Melee Weapon, grants Backswing and Triple Threat. God Form: Landorus Summoning Horn: Blow the horn, the warriors of the faithful will hear, and his Vanguard will arrive to face the foe. Advanced Character Crunch
Name - Ilhicamina Hometown - Where Dreadmarsh is now, the Iteco used to live. Race - Iteco, a race of warrior-apes who believe they are divinely suited to rule - unitl Ilhicamina found out the truth. Move - Roar Ability - Prime Fury Capability - Reach RP Sample: The stone broke in half before the fists of the fallen King, and he pulled himself out of the rubble with the sound of an entire armory collapsing onto a stone floor. His fur grey with dust, the mighty Iteco looked around himself at the carnage wrought by his escape from his prison. Where was he? Ilhicamina could not discern the architecture, the crumbling throne meant nothing to him. Where was the divine art? The gold? The river? With a growl of confusion, he struck at the ground and paced the room. "What cruel trick of the gods is this? Where am I? When am I?" He growled, taking a few swings to work out his rising anger. His feet stomped upon the cold dusty stone as he tried to process what had happened. He failed, utterly, eventually letting loose a feral roar and striking at the throne, severing it in two and letting it fall to the ground with a crumbling crash. His breathing was heavy with barely repressed fury as he looked out of a window at the alien sight that greeted him. "No..." he breathed, the sword falling from his grasp with a deafening clang... As his fist clenched. No more. No more would he tolerate the gods. If so much time had truly passed, then his ritual had worked and he was a god. He. Was. A. GOD! There would be no more kowtowing to the Creator, no more words of worship. The Enlightened King, now knowing of the lies of the gods, and aware of the consequences of divinity, would not allow himself to be shackled any more. He span around, picking up his blade and shouting to the heavens: "Hear me, you divine coven of liars and cheats! Hear the voice of the newest to join your ranks. I am the Enlightened King! I have the power of the earth, and it is by my hand that prosperity and damnation shall be handed out in equal measure! I shall come to rule this mockery of a world, and you shall do naught but witness me!" His voice rang through the empty castle, receiving no reply. "Apathetic as always..." Ilhicamina growled to himself as he turned away from the hall, stomping further into the castle. So much work to do, a people to unite with so little time...
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Post by raventhefree on Mar 16, 2018 3:05:23 GMT
This is the story of Erindar, the Geluille.Name: Erindar Race: Geluille -----Move: Hail -----Ability: Overcoat -----Capability: Reaching Summoning Item: a bag of carved Pokemon totems Usurped Legendary: Azelf RP Sample: Without Loxodonta, he was lost.
The people around Ransei didn’t like him; they eyed him with unique suspicion. At least Ars could walk around without people treating him like a rabid animal. The Taricha were well-known enough that he was afforded mostly fair treatment.
It was Orsaal first, then Loxodonta. What was he still doing here in this world? Could he even die now that he was filled with this foreign power? Did he even want it in the first place, or was he so desperate to fill the hole left by Orsaal’s death that he would have latched onto the first person who showed him kindness?
Loxodonta had always known what she was doing until the precise moment that it mattered. Now she was gone, and he was somewhere he didn’t recognize. He didn’t even really want godhood anyway, he just wanted some peace. Short of that, he just wanted people to accept him. He thought maybe, just maybe, if he could protect everyone from this horror that was approaching, maybe they would see that Erindar wasn’t just a Geluille, that he wanted what was best for everyone.
Maybe he still could. Maybe Uxie was still alive, and they could still stop the impending darkness together. There was a part of him, a part of him he hated, that wondered if Loxodonta had made it all up. He couldn’t think about that now. If there was any chance that she was telling the truth, which there was, he needed to act. He still had Ars, and they had no choice but to pick up the pieces that they had left strewn and scattered from their hubris.
He stood, the face behind his mask as stony and unflinching as the sheet of bone itself. He was the embodiment of the being of willpower, and he wouldn’t falter now.
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Post by Trixander on Mar 16, 2018 3:05:25 GMT
Presenting Ars, the Taricha. Race: Taricha Move: Poison Tail Ability: Brimstone Capability: Firestarter God Form: Mesprit RP Sample: Ars could only remember one thing from the ritual. He couldn’t remember how he got here. He couldn’t remember what happened to the Lake Guardians. He couldn’t even remember whether or not he successfully absorbed Mesprit’s deific energy. There was only thing that he could remember: Loxodonta dying. Overcome by a myriad of emotions, Ars shouted in frustration. He slammed his fists on the ground, as if that would bring Loxodonta back. Looking down at his hands, he saw that they were shaking. What had it all been for? His training, his escape, Loxodonta’s plan, it was all in tatters now. Even if he had Mesprit’s power, without Uxie, the plan wouldn’t work. And even if they summoned her again, without Loxodonta as a vessel, they wouldn’t be able to capture its power. Unlike normal, Ars’s anger quickly turned into despair. This dark force, whatever it was, was coming. Loxodonta’s forces were likely scattered. All he had now was Erindar, who was as unflinching as always. Where they were going and what they had to do was shrouded in mystery, but at least Ars had Erindar. Ars took a deep breath then. Now wasn’t the time for tears, now was the time for action. If this darkness really was coming, as Loxodonta had predicted, then they would have to get ready.
Ars wasn’t going to go down without a fight.
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Post by marr965 on Mar 16, 2018 4:15:40 GMT
media.tumblr.com/c8ad9f22d734a3b6bc8fec80f553fefc/tumblr_inline_mi5mvf1xGj1qz4rgp.jpg Ga'Hma OceanfatherUsurpation of KyogreQuadav
Many races pride themselves on their durability, endurance or staying power, but none more than the Quadav. It is a core to their lifestyle and culture - if you can't tough it out, you're not a true Quadav. In fact, this even applies to their lifespan. Quadav are an extraordinarily long-lived race - none has ever been known to die of old age. Quadav culture also encourages honesty and displaying your acts openly, with most, if not all, Quadav taking titles for their most notable feats - or else being given them. Usually these obviously describe what the act in question was - a Quadav with the title Giantslayer isn't exactly going to have taken that title for being the best insect exterminator in the city. However, more subtle titles - Gracehonoured or Bloodweaver, for instance - are not uncommon, with the former possibly being taken by a Quadav who completes a lengthy pilgrimage or the latter maybe being taken by a notable healer.
Ability: Absorb Force Capability: Naturewalk (Ocean) Move: Dive
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Post by elc on Mar 17, 2018 1:25:34 GMT
elc | Xenos (Crunch) (Fluff) | Dancer Skirmisher Musician | Celebi | Satyr | Mindlock | Headbutt | Celebrate |
Revised entry ^-^
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Post by Robot on Mar 17, 2018 13:09:08 GMT
The True Nature of Shades of BlackAs promised in the discord chat, I am putting up the criteria to which I am judging applicants now that we're nearly a week into the wait for those that rushed their applications. In no particular order; -Character has reasonable balance and/or theme for their race, and didn't go for max agency or cheese. -Character has strong goals that involve or can with little stretching lead to conquest. -Character has additional side goals or story hooks. -Character has potential for growth or development via a shifting of their views. -Character is believable. -Character has a soft spot/emotional weakness/vices to avoid absolutism. -Characters are not good individuals; they accept the fact that they murdered a god. Their perception of these events can be that they did the right thing and are, so long as they own it.
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Post by Infynis on Mar 22, 2018 15:31:43 GMT
Finally completed: Vargo, the Lich King, a Shade Caller/Roughneck/Coordinator, who usurped the god Xerneas.
Race: Lich Move: Phantom Force Capability: Dead Silent Ability: Soulstealer [Playtest]
RP Sample
The dungeon room was cold. Deep underground, the light of the sun never reached this place, meaning the chill of wet and stone clung to the place with iron-wrought fingers. Torches crackled in two corners of the room, casting light, but not enough to dispel the entirety of the gloom that filled the brick cell. On the back wall hung a woman, chained by her wrists. Blood dripped from her manacles, as well as gashes across her arms, face, and chest. Vargo stood before her, his skeletal fingers wrapped around the hilt of a curved knife, glinting in the firelight.
“Have you heard tales of my dungeons, woman?” the lich asked, his voice low and scratching. With a slow movement, he wiped his blade clean on a white cloth, staining it bright red.
The woman spit in his face, glaring. “Everyone’s heard of your dungeons, you bastard,” she said angrily. “You won’t get any information from me!”
Vargo chuckled softly as he stepped up to the woman again. “Peace, my child,” he said, his tone a vicious mockery of the words. “I seek no information from you. I already have all I need.”
The woman spat on him once more. That was getting annoying. “I’m not your child, monster,” she spat the words too. “You think the people love you? You’re wrong! They only fear you! And I don’t feel that either.”
“Yes, they fear me,” the ruler said, relishing the words, “but you see, that’s all I need. Not information. Not love. Fear is all that matters. Here, let me show you.” He suddenly grabbed her chin in his bony hand, forcing her mouth open. Next, he took hold of her tongue, yanking it to its length, giving rise to tears in the woman’s eyes. Slowly then, he pressed his knife into the flesh of her tongue, right at the base. The steel cut through the muscle with deliberate ease. The woman tried to thrash against him, but he held her still. It was several moments before the tongue was totally severed. He tossed it to the floor to her side as she coughed on the blood that filled her mouth.
“You see? I don’t need your information. I am perfectly able to care for my subjects without you.” Blood flecked the cuffs of his robes now, maring the clothes that he had managed to keep perfectly clean until this point. “Perhaps you think you need not fear because your allies will continue your misguided work? If so, you are sorely mistaken.” The woman’s eyes were clenched shut with pain, but she pried them open as Vargo threw something heavy before her. Those eyes went wide with horror at the sight.
On the stone, dragged from a darkened corner where it had previously been out of view, lay the body of another rebel, his body dark with dried blood and covered in a multitude of cuts. “My executors took them just after they stopped your misguided attempt on my life. There is nothing that goes on in my cities that they do not see. The others were executed a week ago in the square.” Had he had the flesh for it, Vargo would have smiled at the woman as tears began to roll down her face. She was only one step away. Just one more push.
“You’re all that’s left now,” he told her in a quiet voice, gently tracing a cut on her face with a finger. “Once you’re gone, no more will oppose me. The rebels are dead, and the other nations cannot reach me here. I will guide these people for eternity.” That broke her. She began to sob, the water running down her face and mixing with her blood. Her despair was wonderful, stemming from a fear of a future she could not know. It was a misguided fear, but it was just as sweet as any other. Vargo drank of it, and then struck his blade across her throat. Then he drank of her life as well, and with it, the satisfaction of knowing that he was now free to lead his people.
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Post by Breakthelevee on Mar 23, 2018 5:11:30 GMT
Alright, I feel like I should actually post this. Samael, the First Betrayer. Race: Seraph Move: Fly Ability: Dazzling Capability:Glow Legend: Dialga RP Sample: He could still feel the burning sword being plunged into his heart. The pain of the blade almost managed to overpower the pain of his failure. Not complete failure though. He could feel his heart beating steadily for the first time in centuries. No longer was his time ticking ever closer to its approaching end, instead it was halted firmly in place. One he mastered the power, he might even be able to reverse it enough to regain his physical strength from before the disease. But now was not the time to think of that.
He slowly opened his eyes. To his relief, and surprise, he was the only being in the room, the floor still stained with his blood. It seemed that the Hashmallim had taken everyone else alive, most likely to be reintegrated into society. Those he had taken were too useful to just be slaughtered, at least those who would have been this deep into his keep. He was sure that the outer walls were littered with dead Cherubim, but that was the purpose they served. What was it that Michael had called him as he slew him? Betrayer? That was not a word he was used to hearing, but it seemed to fit him. He wondered who had betrayed him. Was it Apollyon? Did Michael promise him greater power? He chuckled to himself at doubting his childhood friend. They may have had their differences, but Apollyon was like a brother to him, at least as close as a Seraph could have to a brother. And Raphael was too simple to betray him. A keen mind in battle sure, but he never realized that he was being played from the start.
He stood, flexing his six golden wings behind himself before pushing through the door and into the ruined keep. His strength was nowhere near where it was before, but he could now surpass his previous limits, his body no longer holding him back. Once he was strong again, he could focus on completing his previous vision, ending the Godchosen and taking his throne, before uniting all of Ransei under his rule. After he found who betrayed him of course.
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